UNTITLED

Unspeakable Despicable!

Shadows haunts my hands,

Her unspoken word hurts.

My pen needs a poet

To bleed this art from thy heart.

Her memory I no longer feel,

Her love I no longer see,

See my art filled with hollow,

See my heart dwelling in sorrow.

She that once bamboozled & hypnotized

me with beauties

No longer inspires my arts,

Her alteration,

rhymes & moods

No longer reside In thy heart.

Her poetry broke my art

Pieces of love glued by peace.